Resilience, page 1
Resilience
Marita Smith
Published by Marita Smith
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2022 Marita Smith
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To the mind that is still, the whole universe surrenders.
- Lao Tzu
For Garry: publisher, mentor and friend.
Contents
Copyright
Quote
Dedication
1 - Return
2 - Extraction
3 - Prisoner
4 - Unity
5 - Shield
6 - Control
7 - Iceland
8 - Vessel
9 - Trust
10 - Puppets
11 - Strike
12 - Poppy
13 - Quantum
14 - Jump
15 - Forest
16 - Test
17 - Prodigal
18 - Threat
19 - Inhibitor
20 - Offer
21 - Solution
22 - Back Door
23 - Alliance
24 - Fortress
25 - Nightmare
26 - Nyx
27 - Attack
28 - Sacrifice
29 - Resilience
30 - New World
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Chapter 1: Return
Robyn pressed her hand against the rock face, tracing the veins of glittering crystal revealed by the dancing sunlight. The wooden ruin of the walker temple protruded from the mountain’s highest point, as if reaching for the stars. Uncrossing her legs, Robyn pushed herself onto her knees. Her head spun and she swayed for a moment until she felt the familiar push and pull of energy through her spine, the gentle pressure of the walkers’ tethers. The quartz at her fingertips seemed to ground her, sharpening her awareness.
It shouldn’t be possible. In the blink of an eye, she’d somehow travelled from the farmhouse to Laos through the spirit world. Energy coursed through her body as she stood on shaky legs, taking in the line of canvas tents just below the temple ruins.
“Laos,” Robyn rasped. “I’m in Laos?”
“Each solstice feels more powerful than the last.” The strange woman – Miranda – stepped forward.
“How do you know about the solstice? What are you doing here?” Robyn said in bewilderment.
Miranda removed her sunglasses and slowly wiped each lens with a cloth before placing them in a case in her jacket pocket. “You’ll be pleased to know that I may be able to provide some answers.” She turned and picked her way up the steep slope toward the encampment where a satellite dish suspended from a long pole swung in the breeze. Desperate for answers, Robyn followed, the stone firm against her bare feet, her mind awash with questions.
“Robyn?” called a familiar voice.
She shielded her eyes and looked to the line of tents. A skinny boy dressed in jeans and a t-shirt waved frantically. Without his robes, it took her a second to recognise him. And he had hair. “Lenti?”
As she crested the mountain top, the monk raced toward her and dropped to his knees, bowing to the ground. “It is an honour to serve you.”
Curious faces peeked out from the tents. Cheeks burning, Robyn crouched and pulled Lenti to his feet. “You don’t need to serve me, you’ve already done so much.” Robyn stifled her exasperation. Lenti knew more about the spirit world and the walkers’ abilities than most, but he wasn’t her servant, nor did she want him to be. He was just a monk plucked from another era trying to live as a kid in the new. “You don’t need to bow to me.”
“Of course.” Lenti bowed his head in deference, and then quickly straightened. “Apologies.”
“But maybe you could tell me what the hell is going on here?”
Pleased to be given a task, Lenti bowed again and led her toward the largest of the tents where Miranda waited. “When you first entered the spirit world,” he said, “I felt something change. Everything started to fade, and I ended up back here at the temple. You are the true guide, finally returned.” Lenti glanced reverently at the temple ruins then ducked inside the tent, beckoning for Robyn to follow him.
A huge desk covered in papers dominated the centre of the tent. Against one wall a hammock hung above a rug. Low cushions filled the remaining space.
Fear filled Robyn’s guts. She spun around and confronted Miranda. “You’re MRI.”
Miranda simply smiled.
Lenti looked at Robyn in confusion. “Miranda is here to help us. She knows all about my order, about the walkers, and Nyx.”
The pieces fell into place. “I know who you are. You’re the Chief Director. Fang’s supervisor. You’re supposed to be dead.” Here she stood, face to face with the woman responsible for the Beijing testing facility and the deaths of countless innocent kids. Robyn glanced at the tent entrance. She could run for it, but where would she go?
Miranda’s smile morphed into a laugh. “Therefore, why should you trust me?” She walked around the table and began sorting through a stack of files. “I understand how you might feel about Fang, but I think you underestimate her abilities. I blame myself. She has a brilliant mind but needed a mentor stronger than me to guide her.” Miranda pushed the papers aside. “But where were we. Ah, yes – reasons you should trust me. For one, I am a scientist like you. Two, I faked my own death when I realised the direction the program was taking.” Miranda glanced up as the tent flap rustled and a figure entered. “And right on cue comes reason number three. I’ve been working with a close friend of yours.”
Robyn frowned, turned around and gasped. Brock, the supervisor she’d once trusted so implicitly, stood in the entryway, eyes locked on hers. He looked older, thinner. A wiry white beard clung to his face. For a ridiculous moment, Robyn wondered who was feeding his cats. “You’re … you’re dead. I saw Fang shoot you.”
Brock gave Miranda a ‘told you so’ look and she rolled her eyes. “I really didn’t think she’d go that far.”
“It still hurt like a mother,” Brock said, rubbing his chest. Seeing Robyn’s confusion, he added, “Bulletproof vest.”
He stepped forward with his arms up, as if to hug her. “We’re on the same side, Robyn.”
In Bulgaria, he’d risked his life to save them. He’d always been so supportive of her research, academically and emotionally. Robyn had struggled to believe him to be capable of the atrocities perpetrated by the Mitochondrial Research Institute. “I think I need to sit down.”
Lenti led her over to the cushions and crouched on his haunches by her side. Brock and Miranda joined her, sitting on the geometric-patterned rug. They looked at Robyn as if she were the strange one in this equation. She glanced at Lenti. The boy monk seemed completely at ease, gazing at her with his open smile.
Robyn shifted her gaze between Brock and Miranda, searching for answers. In Bulgaria, Brock had taken a bullet for her. Miranda had disappeared right when the MRI was on the brink of a major breakthrough, allowing Vulcan to take control of the organisation. Why had she done that? Surely Miranda, of all people, knew what Vulcan was capable of.
“Are you telling me that you’ve been collaborating against Fang? Against Vulcan?”
Brock nodded at Miranda as if to say, you start.
Miranda hesitated then reached for a bulky walkie-talkie that looked like it had never left the 1980s. “First, I think refreshments are in order.” A burst of static rippled through the air. “Tea and sandwiches to my tent, please.”
Robyn’s stomach rumbled at the idea of food. She blushed – she hadn’t realised how ravenous she was.
Miranda raised an eyebrow. “And something more substantial, if you would. Thank you.” She put down the walkie-talkie and resettled herself against a bright cushion. “I’ve been studying this temple for decades. I never expected to stumble upon something so big or so ancient. It proves the walkers are an irreplaceable component of our shared humanity.”
Robyn saw the fragments of tile in her mind’s eye, glittering shards painting the story of Ariana, Eli and Fletcher. “The mosaics?”
“Exactly. Records of each walker lineage, extending back thousands of years. The temple was in much better condition thirty years ago. But to conduct an in-depth examination required financing beyond my means as a young anthropologist, and a remote Laotian temple crumbling to dust meant time was not on my side. So I approached my four most trusted friends and shared my theory.”
The pieces slotted into place. The other supervisors. Weaving, Deckker, Vulcan and … Brock.
“They shared a mutual interest. They jumped at the chance to help finance the initial dig. Then, after what we found, we committed to the construction of the institute.”
Robyn found it so easy to imagine the four young researchers, high on the thrill of discovery and eager to share their findings with the world. Had she, Catherine, Terence, Derek and Fang been any different? The thought unsettle
Miranda clasped her hands and brought them to her chin, her eyes sombre. “Around a thousand years ago, there was a massacre. A dark spirit killed hundreds of monks, worshippers and villagers. The temple has remained empty ever since.”
“My people were killed. The last guide – Liro – saved my life so that our work would not be forgotten, so that I could instruct the next guide.” Lenti’s voice was wrought with emotion. Soft, reverential.
Fragments of Liro’s memory floated through Robyn’s consciousness, and for a heartbeat she was back at the temple, powerless to stop the swirling dark force of destruction that rose from the ground to envelop the monks who once lived and meditated there. “Nyx,” she whispered.
Brock’s eyes widened. “You know about Nyx?”
Robyn nodded, forcing her fear aside.
“Then we now share the same fear,” Miranda said. “But at the time, all we could see was how the evidence of the event was seared into the very foundations of the temple – the ruins are ablaze with radioactivity. Here, on a remote mountain in rural Laos, centuries before Villard discovered gamma radiation, we found the remains of what was essentially an ancient nuclear reactor. Can you imagine the importance of our discovery? An extra-terrestrial, high-energy event akin to the asteroid impact that wiped the dinosaurs from the face of the earth.”
The words echoed in Robyn’s mind. Nyx was an ancient cosmic entity, a being beyond humanity’s physical perception. In her spirit world conversation with Liro, the old monk had called Nyx a planet killer. Anger bubbled to the surface. “Not a nuclear reactor,” she said. “Nyx is hellbent on wiping out humanity. What happened to the dinosaurs is nothing compared to what Nyx can unleash. We’d be nothing but a blip on the cosmic radar.”
Miranda’s eyes bore into her. “Across the globe, Nyx is depicted as an incorporeal, intergalactic, living organism. A being unconstrained by time or space like we mere humans. Every civilisation in recorded history has feared and revered Nyx in equal measure. Feared by those who understood her power and revered by those who wish to own it.”
Lenti bumped his fists together and began chanting softly, as if weaving a spell of protection against Nyx. Robyn didn’t blame him. With powers so far beyond humanity’s own, Nyx instilled terror. The spirit was the darkness that seeped between worlds, consuming all in her wake. Robyn shivered. The mosaics lining the temple walls ended with three walkers from the land, air and sea – Fletcher, Eli and Ariana. Were they really the last walkers? If Liro hadn’t been able to stop Nyx, what chance did she stand?
A young scientist pushed a trolley laden with food through the tent flap. Miranda rose and thanked him and the scientist nodded and disappeared. She took a tray from the trolley and placed it between them on the rug. “Tea?” she asked, pouring four steaming mugs. Lenti ignored the plates of scones and sandwiches and passed Robyn a bowl of steaming vegetable soup. She nodded her thanks and inhaled the delicious aroma. It was hard not to simply shove her entire face in the bowl.
Miranda passed Brock a mug and sipped her tea. “I came to realise that the mosaics lining the temple walls illustrated an energy boundary between our world and a world beyond. If we could understand the bonds depicted in the temple, the energy ties binding humans and animals, then we held the future of technology in our hands.”
Robyn slurped another mouthful of broth, feeling its nourishment slowly restore her from within.
Miranda continued. “Even a fraction of the energy the walkers wield could provide clean energy to the entire planet. If we could figure out how to control it, we could steer the world in a new direction and re-create humanity’s respect and care for the environment.”
Robyn lowered her bowl and glared at the woman who had faked her own death, who left the MRI at the mercy of Vulcan and Fang. Under Vulcan’s directorship, the MRI was only interested in one thing – controlling the convergence gene and forcing convergent teenagers and animals to fight. “Since when has the MRI had any interest in the environment?”
“We did, in the beginning. Our first objective was to find the current incarnation of the three walkers. When we found Eli, we were over the moon. We thought we’d found the answer to everything.” Miranda set her mug down and rubbed the bridge of her nose. “Once we figured out how to unlock the convergence sequence in two other subjects, we thought we’d found the key.”
Robyn stared at Miranda in disbelief. Her anger spilled over. “Sara and Jacob are real people, not test subjects. They are the only survivors of the initial testing program in Beijing. You, the MRI, held those two convergers against their will, pumped them full of a cocktail of dangerous drugs in an attempt to activate their convergence genes. How can you call them subjects?”
Brock opened his mouth as if to say something, but Miranda glared at him before turning back to Robyn. “Real breakthroughs aren’t made within the realms of ethics approval. You have to push the barriers of what we know to get the kind of results we did. Fang understood.”
Robyn swallowed thickly. “Push the barriers? How dare you justify what you did in the name of scientific research. People have died.”
“Including by your own hand. Nothing happens in a vacuum, Robyn. Your research far surpassed our own. We didn’t find the key – it was you.” She smiled at Robyn and held out the plate of sandwiches, as if they were enjoying nothing more than a spot of afternoon tea rather than discussing the painful death of so many innocent people.
Robyn waved away the plate. Miranda was right. Her research had led to the creation of the activation dose, which was now in the hands of the MRI. Their application of that research – the teenagers recruited to fight tooth and claw, the countless dead around the world, and the scars on Ariana’s back. The warm, comforting soup turned to acid in her throat. She pushed away her half-empty bowl.
Brock sprang to Miranda’s defence. “We didn’t set out to cause such chaos. We only wanted to understand the convergence genetic sequence.” His voice wavered with emotion as he paced the narrow confines of the tent. “We went too far in Beijing. We thought we understood what we were working with, but we didn’t.”
“I was a fool,” Miranda confessed. She ran her finger around the rim of her mug. “I wanted results. I didn’t think about where those results might take us in the wrong hands, but Vulcan did. He immediately saw the potential for a military-grade application. Vulcan swayed Deckker and Weaving. I realised I had lost control of the program. I wasn’t the mentor Fang needed. I failed her too – I’d crafted her in my own image. She was even hungrier, more driven than me.”
Brock stopped beside Robyn. For a moment, his hand hovered near her shoulder then dropped. “I always knew you’d crack it.”
Robyn turned away. None of them were innocent. Each had contributed to the monster the MRI had become, whether willingly or not. Tears pricked her eyelids. She had cracked it, together with Terence, Catherine and Derek. They’d been caught up in the excitement of learning the secrets of the convergence sequence, of helping the walkers and convergers in their care. Had any of them been less hungry or driven? “You’re right. Nothing happens in a vacuum.”
Miranda joined Brock and squeezed his hand. “None of us hold the moral high ground,” she said. “I thought I could control Vulcan, but I was wrong. Once he’d convinced Weaving and Deckker to join him, I knew there was nothing more I could achieve on the inside. The attack in Beijing presented the perfect opportunity to disappear before Vulcan arranged a less pleasant alternative for me.”
“And now we are running out of time.” Brock turned to Robyn, his voice filled with sorrow. “The world has been out of balance for nearly a thousand years. We’ve surpassed the environmental tipping point. The human population has skyrocketed, as has our dependency on natural resources. The planet has never been stretched so thin. Loss of ice cover, rising sea levels, extreme weather events, carbon dioxide thresholds.” Something of his old energy returned. Robyn remembered how he could once walk into a lecture theatre filled with students and hold their attention in the palm of his hand. “When the two worlds diverged, we lost the ability to communicate with animals and with it, access to a vast amount of energy. For centuries, an ancient part of ourselves has been dormant. Now that power is reawakening.”
